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“Guess I’m just lucky,” she scoffed, hating her luck right now.

“Have a good night.”

“Like that is going to happen if your brother is involved.”

“Don’t be too hard on him. I really think there is a reason behind his behavior.”

“Yeah, he’s a self-absorbed human being,” she snapped. “Seriously, if he has a problem with me, he should just say it. Not being so childish that he ignores me, and this is after he made an effort to be nice at that party.”

Layla explained what happened at the party. Honestly, I’m surprised Tyson had the self-control to let her out of his sight.

“I have a feeling your night is going to turn around,” I said as there was a knock on my door.

“Doubtful. Very doubtful.”

“My brother is known for picking up a girl’s mood,” I sniggered, knowing Tyson.

“Well, he puts me in a foul mood. Honestly the second your dad is done with me, I’m out of the haunted mansion.”

“Hey, that’s my house you are calling haunted!”

“Any house that has Tyson Wilson living in it is haunted.”

I laughed. “With ex-girlfriends maybe.”

When I thought about it, though, Tyson never let a girl come back to our house. He would always drag them to his dorm room.

In fact, he had never brought one girl to the house. I was going to tell Layla that so she didn’t feel like one of the many but there was another knock on my door.

“Okay, I’m going to face my fate. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Layla said into the phone and then hung up, not giving me a chance to tell her Tyson didn’t let girls come over to our house.

There was another knock on my door. Who could it be? I hadn’t ordered room service yet.

I opened the door with a forced smile on my face, ready to be nice to whatever staff member had decided to annoy me. Then my smile fell. It wasn’t a staff member of the hotel.

It was Brad.

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